{"id":5957,"date":"2010-11-21T05:30:52","date_gmt":"2010-11-21T04:30:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5957"},"modified":"2010-11-21T01:08:46","modified_gmt":"2010-11-21T00:08:46","slug":"une-apres-midi-entre-copines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=5957","title":{"rendered":"Une apr\u00e8s-midi entre copines …"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je suis une solitaire.
\nJ’aime mes petits moments calmes,
\nA \u00e9crire, lire, cr\u00e9er, regarder, observer.
\nLaisser vagabonder mes pens\u00e9es.<\/p>\n

Mais depuis quelques temps tout ceci a chang\u00e9.
\nJe me rends compte Libelul<\/em> n’est plus un lieu solitaire.
\nJe vous entends, je vous rencontre,
\nEt prends conscience de tous ces liens qui se sont cr\u00e9\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

Que vos mots me touchent, me bouleversent,
\nEt que parfois seuls les v\u00f4tres, savent me remonter.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

El Palauet Hotel<\/a><\/p>\n

Voil\u00e0 je me croyais seule,
\nJe d\u00e9couvre une petite communaut\u00e9,
\nDe filles, femmes, mamans, blogueuses …
\nQui me ressemblent parfois,
\nDont les pens\u00e9es m’aident \u00e0 grandir et \u00e0 croire un peu plus en moi.<\/p>\n

Merci \u00e0 Maman@Home<\/a> pour avoir organis\u00e9
\nun bien joli apr\u00e8s-midi entre c<\/a> o<\/a> p<\/a> i<\/a> n<\/a> e<\/a> e<\/a> e<\/a> s<\/a> , suivi d’un d\u00eener \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

Et vous, \u00eates-vous solitaire ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je suis une solitaire. J’aime mes petits moments calmes, A \u00e9crire, lire, cr\u00e9er, regarder, observer. Laisser vagabonder mes pens\u00e9es. Mais depuis quelques temps tout ceci a chang\u00e9. Je me rends compte Libelul n’est plus un lieu solitaire. Je vous entends, je vous rencontre, Et prends conscience de tous ces liens qui se sont cr\u00e9\u00e9s. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[218],"tags":[394,396],"class_list":["post-5957","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-les-mamans","tag-decoration","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1y5","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5957","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5957"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5957\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5957"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5957"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5957"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}